e to wait for him, while he made his
visit.

"I'm afraid, from your look," said L'Estrange, "that you have no very
good news for me. Am I right?"

"Well," said the other, in some confusion, "I won't say that I have
anything one could call exactly reassuring to tell."

"Did he suffer you to go into the question fully? Did he show a
disposition to treat the matter with any consideration?"

Cutbill shook his head. The consciousness that he had done nothing, had
not even broached the subject for which his visit was ostensibly made,
overwhelmed him with shame; and he had not the courage to avow how he
had neglected the trust committed to him.

"Don't mince matters with me, for the sake of sparing me," continued
L'Estrange. "I never closed my eyes last night, thinking over it all;
and you can't lower me in my own esteem below what I now feel. Out with
it, then, and let me hear the worst, if I must hear it."

"You must have a little patience. Things are not always so bad as they
look. I'm to have another interview; and though I won't go so far as
to bid you hope, I 'd be sorry to say despair. I 'm to see him again on
Saturday."

"Two more days and nights of anxiety and waiting! But I suppose
I deserve it all, and worse. It was in a spirit of greed--ay, of
gambling--that I made this venture; and if the punishment could fall on
myself alone, I deserve it all."

"Come, come, don't take on in that fashion; never say die. When do the
Bramleighs arrive?--don't you expect them this week?"

"They promised to eat their Christmas dinner with us; but shall we have
one to give them? You know, I suppose, how matters have gone at Albano?
The church patrons have quarrelled, and each has withdrawn his name. No:
Mrs. Trumpler remains, and she has drawn out a new code of her own--a
thirty-nine articles of her own devising, which I must subscribe, or
forfeit her support. The great feature of it all is, that the Bible is
never to be quoted except to disprove it; so that what a man lacks in
scholarship, he may make up in scepticism."

"And do you take to that?"

"Not exactly; and in consequence I have resigned my chaplaincy, and this
morning I received a notice to vacate my house by the last day of the
year, and go--I don't think it was suggested where to in particular--but
here comes my sister--let us talk of something else."

"Oh, George," cried she, "I have got you such a nice warm coat for your
visiting in the cold weather. Will